Wither the Weather

WITHER THE WEATHER


It's doin' that big wet splashy stuff
That soaks your coat
And makes you cold
It eminates from big dark clouds
And culminates in big dark sewers

It's doin' that big white fluffy stuff
That fills the streets
Then stalls the traffic
And turns the lake to a skating rink
Then freezes your nose, fingers & toes

It's doin' that damp gray misty stuff
That swirls about
Then gets you lost
Signs of London & Sherlock Holmes
And dark Gothic Follies & Dracula

Now it's doin' that scorchin' sun
That burns your skin
And makes you sweat
The air con in the car is broke
The humid air makes you choke

There's sweat on your brow
It's filling your eyes
You've lost your shades
You can't see a thing
Side swiped a truck & bounced in a ditch

Now you're doin' that E & R thing
Plaster casts & long neat stitches
Hold your body tightly together
Cursing your luck & insurance plan
All you can do is blame the weather